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Standing on the roadside waving bye-byes |
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Said I'm going where the wheels are a-moving |
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Oh, come and take me far away from the city lights, city life |
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The moon shines bright in the seventh house |
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In the slipstream we pass among the clouds |
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With patches of peace, flowers in our hair |
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The caravan's moving, come aboard and join the band |
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A time of love, the time of man |
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Songs of hope for a promised land |
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We're gypsy sons all were born to run |
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A world awaits us |
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Universal guidance, travel down to Yasgur's farm... |
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Hey pretty baby, it's gonna be alright |
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Just put your little hand in mine |
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And we'll work it out 'til the morning light comes, now baby don't you worry... |
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Freedom of speech on tongues of LSD |
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Summer of love, love is all we need |
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We'll meet beneath the shady trees |
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Echoes of better times resound a world away |
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Chasing a dream of a golden past |
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We dream alone so it couldn't last |
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The trees are bare, they are all undressed |
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The leaves will leave the body by the hands of our friend, the carpenter |
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Autumn steals the day away, put the dreams back in the grave |
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And we couldn't end the war, so don't bring me any more... |
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...of your tired, hungry and poor |
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Follow down the forest road, see the people without their daily loads |
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On meadows green, tranquility |
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All were children of a thousand stars |
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Mother we'll build a different world, the revolution they've feared will start with words |
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Still messengers of everlasting love |
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Notes upon and empty door, says your Uncle wants you to win a war |
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If he'll reach to pull me in, then just tell him I'm on the farm |
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Mother we'll build a different world, the revolution is here we'll start with words |
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I'm a messenger of everlasting love... |
